i have briefly touched on my preference of climbing the stairs in my building vs taking the elevator. but sometimes i come home late in a less than sober state and the elevator seems like such an easy choice. however, after getting stuck in the elevator last night at 2 am and having a few moments of absolute terror, i am now fully committed to taking the stairs.
i already knew kenley was rude and passive aggressive with a side of crazy, but didn’t anyone ever teach her that throwing your pet at a significant other is a no no? best bit in the article: “The fashion designer, 26, was charged with assault and criminal possession of a weapon the weapon being the cat itself”. i feel pretty lousy for the cat.
my love of dire straits’ walk of life knows no reason and it knows no bounds. the keyboards at the beginning are so great at setting everything up and frankly, i find the entire song to be wholly appealing and awesome. i’ll stop trying to make sense of it and just keep pressing ‘repeat’… which i already have. four times. make it five.
look, i get remodeling the apartment complex. and really, it is appreciated, it’s nice to know the manager is trying to keep the place in order. but what i’m not cool with are strange painters just walking into my apartment unannounced while i’m in the bathroom and then being caught deer-in-the-headlights with just my towel (and it’s lucky for everyone that i was even wearing that, let’s not kid ourselves.)
wow. understandably, the new modern wing of the mca is a huge investment which, of course, is (hopefully) going to be worthwhile, but extremely costly. however, charging locals almost $20 for a valuable, cultural experience is extremely painful, especially in economic times where people are tightening their pocketbooks enough as it is.
i just finished this book and it was absolutely wonderful. it’s a collection of short stories based in portland, oregon. the mix essentially was simple plot lines with deep, insightful characters. what struck me was how the author was able to be at the pulse of so many different personalities; he really understood how it might be to be 17, daring, and locked in the mall with the opposite sex or the conflicted emotions of being a recent widower who is struggling with loss but also opens themselves up to the thought of someone else. some of the endings aren’t quite satisfying, such as new shoes, where the reader doesn’t find out exactly what happens. then again, sometimes real life feels that way, there isn’t always a satisfying resolution. each story was so poetic and moving, but my favorite was train choir, which was recently released as the film wendy and lucy. by far the best book i have read this year.
what i would do for a new macbook. stumbling around apple’s store leaves me wanting pretty much everything. plus, while my old one is still kicking ass and taking care of business, you can tell she’s a golden girl and her days are most likely numbered.
in dealing with baked goods, ‘moist’ is an appropriate word to use. in just about any other situation, it’s a bad idea. for whatever reason, my mind conjures up an old, liver-spotted, wrinkly man walking about in his briefs and it is absolutely *horrifying*
i am never less than astonished at my ability to forget key elements in any given situation. example: this morning i was supposed to begin orientation which required id such as a passport, driver’s license, etc. i had my driver’s license, but packed my passport in another bag which i ended up not taking. the result? looking like an idiot at hr and having to begin orientation on the 14th/15th instead of today. it’s been this way for as long as i can remember, but the forgetfulness i experience under stress just leaves me feeling frustrated and disappointed in myself beyond reason.
i just finished this book a few days ago. i saw a lot of myself in it, the love of wearing exotic jewelry and plenty of black, taking sugar packets from restaurants (i refuse to buy white sugar at the store, on principle), shunning the elevator in my building for taking the 6 flights of stairs, owning a cat, etc. it left me with a new appreciation for dandies (helllloooo, chuck bass) and the decision to purchase vetiver scented things next time the opportunity arises.
“You never trust anyone that doesn’t smoke pot, you never trust anyone that doesn’t listen to Bob Dylan. Never like anyone that doesn’t enjoy the ocean, and never, ever, ever marry someone who doesn’t like dogs”—Sir Ben Kingsley, The Wackness